Happy Is The Bride That The Sun

Happy Is The Bride That The Sun Shines On.

It Is An Active Flame That Fliesfirst To The Babies In The Eyes.

But Ne'er The Rose Without The Thorn.

Tears Are The Noble Language Of Eyes, And When True Love Of Words Is Destitute. The Eye By Tears Speak, While The Tongue Is Mute.

I Do Love I Know Not What; Sometimes This, And Sometimes That.